My daughter was a girl scout in elementary school. One day she went on an overnight field trip. My wife went as a chaperone. Everyone stayed in a cabin in New Hampshire for a weekend.
My daughter never forgot her field trip.


Gregory took a pottery class at a nearby night school. He was terrible at sculpture. He grew to like throwing pots on pottery wheels very much. Eventually he was making pots half as tall as he was.
He was very proud of his pots.


Terry realizes his neighborhood has become covered in litter. He wishes it looked as clean as it did when he was young. He decides to pick up cans and cigarette butts every night after work. Eventually his neighbors do too and his neighborhood looks better.

Everyone felt better that it was cleaner.